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Rehab  by DAMON MCLAUGHLIN

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

The summer we tried to kill ourselves it was humid.

The summer the floods came.


We ran headfirst into the water, and when that didn't work…

from above  by ADRIAN LURSSEN

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

or you may arrive by helicopter


(a way to kiss over paperwork)

Hood Ornament Radio Signal  by ROBERT KRUT

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

I'm going to melt

a cross, a statue of the Buddha, and the arms of Vishnu

into a hood ornament of a naked woman with wings of fire,

set it on my car and follow it like a compass.

(Because) The Jesus Tree (Is Not a Tree, But a Switch to Hold Up the Moon)  by STACY KIDD

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

The man stands on a birdbath to learn

the language of feathers, and like the wind,

when the man speaks, he reaches

deep into his pockets to charm the sky.

Speech  by MATTHEW HENRIKSEN

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

The part that I forgot about the robots

(Making them moral) speaks as now I dream

In actual rain (or am actually dreaming rain)

Of ghosts in the machines.

René Descartes Approaches His Reflection  by JOSH HANSON

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
prose poem

Suppose you're me, for just a minute—that's what I'm asking you to do—, just suppose for a minute that you're me, and ask yourself what it is you want to hear, because that's what I want

Cookout  by SANDRA GRAFF

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
prose poem

Halfway to wilderness behind our house, on a tray I carry the ingredients for our supper.

All Temptation  by MATTHEW FRANK

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

She will soon hear your heart

beating her cheeks flush,


think of the baby

stretching its fingers for the bait.

A Day at the Beach  by MATTHEW FRANK

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

We say, "Revile or Rejoice!" as if

there was a choice in the matter. I turn to you;

our eyes are trying. Shrieks of seagulls marry

across the water.

Peter Sellers  by MICHAEL ESTABROOK

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
light verse

…this morning I was

surprised

to see

my wife

looked like

Peter Sellers.

Avalanche  by JENNIFER CHAPIS

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

I haven't had sex like that since:

Aspen, snowed-in,


your thumb

deep in my anus, heart…

Ashes in Grand Central Terminal  by JENNIFER CHAPIS

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

Weather descends the stone steps—

sea of hats, hoods, shoulders

headed to the trains. Somehow I remain…

Out There in the Dead Corn:  by JEFFREY BEAN

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

someone's horse. A loose horse.

Whose horse? Maybe a favorite.


Am I from the countryside?

I ask the horse or the building.

Jenna's Big Breasts  by SHANE ALLISON

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
catalog

Jenna's got a gangster rapper in her breast

halos and Hula Hoops in Jenna's breasts

Jenna got caffeinated coffee in her breast

Jenna's got Jimmy Hoffa stashed away in her breast

from The Glass Age  by COLE SWENSEN

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
prose poem

We are standing in a window, looking out at windows. The windows on the other side are blind. They are on the other side. To look out is to see; to look in, to turn slowly white.

Useless Song  by JULIET PATTERSON

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3

Wake up 5 A.M. & the prairie is raining

white birds. The moon appears. The moon

circles the sky. My mouth is a dead lamp

looking for its light. The river is a tape loop…

She Said  by JULIET PATTERSON

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3

Try a sweeter martini,

flakes of a little dry laugh.

Passing Remark  by JULIET PATTERSON

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3

I saw your mouth trailing off except one small leaf.

Thorn  by MIGUEL MURPHY

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
elegy, editors' select

My eye never filled with blood.

I never asked why

was I drugged and held down. Taken away.

Mesmerized. I wasn't a two-headed dog…

Coprophagy  by MIGUEL MURPHY

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3

Shit has a history & it's balmy golden


notes off a black clarinet. Damp &…

A Morbid Education  by MIGUEL MURPHY

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
editors' select

In the middle of it, being riven

apart by a finger, by a stiff tongue probing

the blind bone tail of my spine…

For Elizabeth  by ANDREW MACARTHUR

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3

The message of this afternoon could be a hollow nest

if fairgrounds in a park can feel this empty.

Saguaro Opening Over Quartzite, Arizona  by LAURA JOHNSON

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3

Yearly returners to the empty desert lots

blossom in this wintering.

Unschool Me  by CHARLIE HOLLAND

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
prose poem

You spank me with library books about horses and nature and cruelty. I can jump out of clouds and over fences just as you can turn corners in Schlachendale.

 

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